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I Scream, Ice Cream
02:32
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Come on hit me with that sweet talk honey
Through a snapchat filter make us bunnies
I hope they never use the sticks and stones
Cause I know that shit would break all our bones
Cause I know that shit would break all my bones
Cause I know that shit would break all your bones
Cause I know that shit would break all our bones
Leave us broken hanging out all alone
Yeah you got the fliest kicks in downtown
Clean ol' rubber souls make a pretty nice sound
Then the pure white starts to turn brown and gray
Guess thats what time does oh what can you say (x3)
Guess thats what time does oh what can we say
I always liked dirty kicks more anyway
THEY DON'T LIKE IT IF YOU JUST BUTTON TOP ONES
OR IF YOUR SKIN LOOKS SO GREAT IN THE HOT SUN
I WOKE UP WISHIN THAT MINE WAS LIKE CREAM
BABY THAT WAS SUCH A FUCKIN NICE DREAM (x3)
OH YOU KNOW THAT NO ONE TREATS YOU THAT MEAN
WHEN YOUR SKIN LOOKS LIKE VANILLA ICE CREAM (x3)
EVERYBODY LOVES VANILLA ICE CREAM
BUT I ALWAYS PREFERRED CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM
I just wanna go back to sleep sleep sleep, I don't wanna wake up and weep weep weep (x2)
(Vanilla? I scream, for chocolate ice cream)
(Can I get a mint? Can I get a swirl? Could you pull that lever? Make the ice cream twirl? Do you have some strawberry? Or maybe fudge? I just want chocolate, I will not budge)
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the whitest town u kno
03:20
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3. |
Deep East Sun
03:14
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Dusty golden brown kids
With the deep east sun on their skin
Ride their bad bikes through those rough streets
On their ripped up canvas clad feet
While the rich ones by the river
Say "let's go fuck up our livers"
Watch the water with some straight teeth
Clean and cool kicks on their nice feet
Till it all becomes so hopeless
That the paper could be worthless
How to fix it? Oh well who knows
All the kids say "Thats just how life goes"
Oh thats just the way that life goes
Money says thats just how life goes
Ohhh chainlink fences become nice lawns
Broken houses now pretty ones
Gates on those doors all disappear
Theres so much more green way over here
Wish you could all make it over here
Wish that you all live oh over here
Come on and visit us all over here
Dusty golden just right
In the dusky setting suns light
Under orange glows they head home
Where they google "nice house" on phones
Look at nice houses on their phones
Someday I will have a rich home
Maybe then I won't feel alone
Hopefully I won't feel alone
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The neighbors right beside us love to smoke a lot of weed
And those across the street they scream all night and sometimes someone bleeds
The neighbors right behind us love the smell of crack cocaine
And sometimes I play with their daughter
My mom says "It's such a shame"
But sadly I don't get it because I am only seven
And all I know is I can't wait until I turn eleven
And sadly I don't get it because I am only seven
And the day can't come fast enough when i will turn eleven
Sometimes on those Sundays we find our way off to church
But its always so lonely feel like I've been left out in the lurch
Cause it can be so sad when you're up in the 503
But I just cannot help it cause nobody looks like me
And I don't understand it because I am only four
And all I wants a plane to get me back to Ecuador
But that would be insane cause once again; Im only four
And all I know is that I miss my Cuenca, Ecuador
Estoy forgetting spanish
Genie dame un wish
Pero genies they don't exist 'tonces
Keep forgetting spanish
I'm forgetting spanish
Genie quiero un wish
Pero genies nunca exist
Keep forgetting spanish
The neighbors right beside us love to smoke a lot of weed
And those across the street bring all those sirens when that someone bleeds
The neighbors right behind us love their sweet old crack cocaine
And Im friends with their daughter
My parents say "It's such shame"
But sadly I dont get it because I am only nine
And I believe my dad when he says "Everything is fine"
And sadly I don't get it because I am only nine
And I believe my dad when he says "Everything is fine"
Solo quiero regresar
Aqui me quiero quedar
Solo quiero regresar
Esto es mi nuevo hogar
Solo quiero regresar
Aqui me quiero quedar
Solo quiero regresar
No se donde quiero estar
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5. |
Putos Conquistadores
02:38
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Los putos conquistadores
Bailando por todas las flores
Cambiando el color a rojo
Dejando a esposas sin sus esposos
(Esposo-o-o-o-o-s)
Cristobal Tonto Colon
Un puto y un cabron
Despide a españa en un barco
Buscando el otro lado del charco
Y encuentra un lugar tan rico
Donde viven morenos chicos
Va matando a los nativos
Sin corazon ni sentido
Mientras los putos conquistadores
Van cantando por todas las flores
Dejando a los wawa's sin madres
Robando el lenguaje de padres
Y ahora vuelen con todas las aves (x3)
Yo extraño tanto a mis padres
Los niños alli gringitos
Aprenden tan pequeñitos
Sobre el puto colon
No les dicen que es un cabron
Mientras bailo por todas las flores
Como los putos conquistadores
Cantando la hisoria de tristes
Espero que me escuchen una vez
(Wooooo, Una Vez)
English Translation
The fucking conquistadors
Dancing through all the flowers
Changing the color to red
Leaving wives without their husbands
Christopher idiot Columbus
A fucker and a bastard
Says goodbye to Spain in a boat
Looking for the other side of the pond
And he finds a land so rich
Where the brown kids live
He goes killing all the natives
Heartlessly and senselessly
While the fucking conquistadors
Go singing through all the flowers
Leaving babies without their mothers
Stealing the language of their parents
And now they fly with all the birds (x3)
I miss my parents so much
The little gringo children
So small, they learn
About the fucker Columbus
They don't tell them that he's a bastard
While I dance through all the flowers
Like the fucking conquistadors
Singing the story of sadness
I hope you'll listen to me one time
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6. |
Voicemail no.3
04:18
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Hey mom
I'm just calling
To let you know I might not be there for christmas this year
In november
This year
Cause they got me pulled over
And Im staring at some headlights
And I'm scared
I'm so scared
I'm so scared
Im so scared
And theyre askin for papers
That I dont carry with me
And I've heard fucked up shit goes down way out here
Heard fucked up shit goes down way out here
Hey dad
Im just calling
To say Im sorry if I put up a fight
I know you say that that's not right
I just get angry sometimes
And Im only a boy can you blame me
Oh Im only a boy can you blame me
For running
For running
No sir
I dont know why
Im just nervous cause I really dont wanna die
Please dont make my family cry
Im sure youre not a bad guy
Yes sir
Im a citizen
But I don't carry that when I'm just headed home
Please don't leave my love alone
Pease don't leave my love alone
And I'm only a kid can you blame me
I'm just some fuckin kid can you blame me
For crying
For crying
(lovely and tragic whistling)
Hey mom
I'm just calling
To let you know I might not be there for christmas this year
Or have bruises this year
Hey dad
Im just calling
To say Im sorry that I don't listen
And I put up a fight
I know you say that that's not right
If I want to stay alive
If I want to stay alive
But I'm only a boy can you blame me?
Im just some fucking boy can you blame me?
Oh Im only a kid can you blame me?
Im just some fuckin kid can you blame me?
For fighting
Or running
Or crying
Or dying
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7. |
The Roccoco World
03:20
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But the rococo wives they like to sit at home
Talk to rococo friends on the rococo phone
They say they care so much about all those black lives
But then they call the cops when they see one outside
(Ladadadai's)
And the rococo husbands wear rococo suits
Go to rococo work, get the rococo loot
They love to smoke cigars and fish when they go camp
Pay for some fancy rugs
And fuckin fancy lamps
(Ladadadai's)
While the rococo kids at university
Study some smart ass shit for rococo money
Meet a rococo boy or a rococo girl
A nice rococo spouse a nice rococo world
A nice rococo world (x5)
A sweet rococo world
A safe rococo world
A cool rococo world
Rococo children
Are never really taught to think
Rococo children
Their skin always turns so pink
Rococo children
Beneath the deep and bright white sun
Rococo children
Don't really care they just have fun
Teach them to think
Teach them to care
Maybe then life will be more fair
Teach them to look
And listen well
Maybe then life will be more swell
(Doo doo doo's)
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“Your skin is so soft”
Thats what she whispers
Before she leans in
Asks him to kiss her
Then they got married
And had a nice life
A handsome husband
And his pretty wife
It’s just a nice boy
Who got a nice job
Married a nice girl
And named their kid Bob
To be ironic
Or maybe cliche
And smile with nice teeth
Through all the nice days
It’s just a quick fling
With someone darker
Trade Miles Morales
For Peter Parker
After all those years
And all the dumb Skype
She says “I’m Sorry”
“Youre just not my type”
“I need a nice boy”
“Who has a nice job”
“Cause I’m a nice girl”
“And you're just some slob”
“I mean a fun fling!”
“And someone darker”
“You’re Miles Morales, but I like Peter Parker”
“You’re Miles Morales, but I like Peter Parker”
“You’re Miles Morales but I love Peter Parker”
“You’re sweet Morales but I prefer the Parker
“You’re Miles Morales I'm 'sposed to be with Parker”
“Your skin is so soft”
Thats what he whispers
“Let’s move to Portland”
And then he kissed her
Then they got married
And had a white life
A pale husband
And his opaque wife
It's just a white boy
Who got a white job
Married a white girl
And named their kid Bob
To be ironic
Or maybe cliche
And smiled with white teeth
Through all the white days
And smiled with white teeth, through all the white days x3
And smiled with white teeth, until they're all gray
(Turns out a nice life, is just a white life) forever or until it's not anymore
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9. |
Clown No More
01:57
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Cover up your
Skin in makeup
You cannot cry
During break ups
Tell the fun jokes
To the white kids
Be the sidekick
Who cannot win (x5)
Make a dumb joke
Lose some white friends
Say you went off
Of the deep end
"We miss those days"
When you were sane"
"Now no one knows"
"What's in your brain" (x5)
Show your nice skin
No more make up
Cry your eyes out
During break ups
No more fun jokes
For the white kids
You're a person
What a feeling (x5)
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10. |
Colonized Kidz
03:21
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Your hoop earrings swingin down low
Rock the hell out of that afro
Walk the streets proud of what you did
Fuck were so cool, Colonized Kidz (x3)
Damn were so cool, Colonized Kidz
We fuckin rule, Colonized kidz
At a party, get some weird looks
We don't do shit by the dumb books
Thinking that we don't belong
Thats the next part of this song
"Where ya from kid?"
"Was it nice there?"
"Do you like it"
"Much better here?"
"I get so burnt"
"In the hot sun"
"No I mean like, where you really from?" (x5)
Je Suis Garcon but you don't care
Just want to know about our hair
"How can I get"
"Tan as you?"
Theres just nothing you can do
I know it must hurt so much man
But this will never be you tan
Theres just nothing you can do
This skin will never be you
White and fragile
So it must hurt
But this skin will
Never be yours
You're so fragile
So this must hurt
But this skin can
Never be yours
We learned English just for you
Taught us Spanish all for you
Learned some French words cause of you
Now you wonder why were blue (x5)
(Oooh's)
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Some heart was thumpin'
Some country bumpkin
Sippin a cold beer
Racists have no fear
Some city slicker
Drank all the liquor
Didn't think nothin
Of that country bumpkin
While I sat in the living room eating some popcorn
Just watching the tv and feeling so forlorn
That broadcast was playing a map of the states
Those bumpkins and slickers all sealed our fate
With chocolate, and butter, and white cheddar
I thought that perhaps we'd be the winners
But sadly those bumpkins said "Forget her"
And slickers all listened "Let's forget her
Cheetos on the floor
Blockin that old door
Once it was open
Keepin us hopin
Out in the street
For our dreams so sweet
Till Cheetos start screamin
"Fuck all your dreamin"
While they sit on the couch, eat fillet Mickey D's
Thinkin there to themselves "This is such a nice breeze"
Watchin all of those numbers go left then go right
They were either in panic or joy on that night
"Fuck chocolate, and caramel, I love white cheddar"
"I always knew that I would be the winner"
"I'm smarter, and stronger, and much much thinner"
"And everyone thinks I'm a saint, no sinners"
"And all of my friends are just saints no sinners" (x3)
"And I wouldn't care if they were some sinners"
Nowadays it's quiet
Let's start a riot
Out in the street
For our dreams, so sweet
And I hope that some day itll all be alright
That the cheddar will stop being so fuckin white
That we'll laugh when we talk bout how silly it was
Makin jokes about Cheetos y'know just because
It's colorful popcorn with less white cheddar
I always knew that one day we'd feel better
Just laughin and pointin at that floor
And walking back and forth through the open door (x5)
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Iro and the Moon Portland, Oregon
Yoyo I'm Christian Orellana Bauer i make the music on this page. Hope ya like it.
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